LITTLE KIDS ARE THE BEST!!!
THANK YOU Sonya, Emily, Rudy, Shane, Amir, Sophia, Arronisha, Janae, Pablo and especially ALEX! Ahhh... I want to be a 1st grade teacher! Kids are sooo great! Camille did a great job of hosting the Emerson Elementary kids today at our Halloween Party. (Sugar over-dose, for sure!) Working with the kids today and seeing their smiles, I don't know if anything else can quite bring me the same joy. Little kids never cease to amaze me – they're so candid, so open and honest. Special thanks to Alex for making me a wonderful mask and for my great big hug at the end of the day. *such the little heartbreaker* My day was so amazingly fulfilling...
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Saturday, October 26, 2002
HOW STRANGE...
On Wednesday, before my horrible Rhetoric 20 midterm, I went to go and try to make myself an egg omelet. There I was, with my green and red bell peppers and ham all chopped up. I reached into the refrigerator for the eggs... Err, eggs, where did you go? Gabs got a good kick outta everything. As for me, it was NO LAUGHING MATTER! I was pouting over my lack of hearty breakfast. Guess what happened today! The eggs seemed to have miraculously been reincarnated in our sink in the form of egg remnants. Hmm... I wonder how they got there. Weird.
On Wednesday, before my horrible Rhetoric 20 midterm, I went to go and try to make myself an egg omelet. There I was, with my green and red bell peppers and ham all chopped up. I reached into the refrigerator for the eggs... Err, eggs, where did you go? Gabs got a good kick outta everything. As for me, it was NO LAUGHING MATTER! I was pouting over my lack of hearty breakfast. Guess what happened today! The eggs seemed to have miraculously been reincarnated in our sink in the form of egg remnants. Hmm... I wonder how they got there. Weird.
THINGS WORTH PONDERING...
1) If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
2) If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
3) When someone asks you, "A penny for your thoughts" and you put your two cents in... what happens to the other penny?
4) Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?
5) If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean that one enjoys it?
6) Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
7) Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't they just stale bread to begin with?
8) When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?
9) Why is a wise man and a wise guy mean opposite things?
10) Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one?
11) If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
12) If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?
13) Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?
14) What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Hmm... please answer my questions.
1) If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
2) If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
3) When someone asks you, "A penny for your thoughts" and you put your two cents in... what happens to the other penny?
4) Isn't making a smoking section in a restaurant like making a peeing section in a swimming pool?
5) If 4 out of 5 people SUFFER from diarrhea... does that mean that one enjoys it?
6) Why is the man who invests all your money called a broker?
7) Why do croutons come in airtight packages? Aren't they just stale bread to begin with?
8) When cheese gets its picture taken, what does it say?
9) Why is a wise man and a wise guy mean opposite things?
10) Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety one?
11) If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked, and dry cleaners depressed?
12) If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?
13) Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?
14) What hair color do they put on the driver's licenses of bald men?
Hmm... please answer my questions.
Thursday, October 24, 2002
3 BATTLES AND THE WAR IS YET TO COME
This week has been incredibly long... productive, but long. It started with all my Pac 10/UC Presidents' Conference packets. Then yesterday was my Rhetoric 20 midterm. It was so horrible that I wanted to cry midway into the test. (I actually started crying before I even saw the test. But that's a different story. IT WAS GABBY'S FAULT! She started talking about smurfs again and I choked on my own saliva, couldn't breath and started tearing like crazy. Thanks a lot, Gabs!) Anyway, so we were *supposed* to get our reading notes back for the midterm. Okay, granted I only did two weeks' worth, but why did hot GSI man have to lose MY notes?! I felt so frazzled about the lack of notes that I think I was stunned for the first half of the test. Then when I finally regained consciousness, I was stunned again by the difficulty of the test! *sigh* I think I may have to seriously rethink my decision about majoring in Rhetoric.
Anyway, Battle #3 was my CITC application that was due today. I didn't get a chance to start it until around 8:30 last night. Caroline said she needed to pull an all-nighter and wanted coffee, so I figured, "Heck, why not pull an all-nighter with her?" SUCH A HORRIBLE MISTAKE! My body CANNOT do all-nighters anymore. High school, it was no bigger, I was pulling all-nighters all the time. But no more... I only did one all last year and so I guess my body isn't used to it anymore. Or maybe my body just can't deal with coffee. All I had was a cafe mocha... nothing major, not like it was a quad espresso or anything. Around 4:30am, my body started acting up and I ached all over. My stomach hurt, my head hurt... everything hurt! That was when I said, "No more, I'm going to bed!" I couldn't exactly function this morning until around 11am. Even then, I still woke up with his horrible, pounding headache. If I ever get a hangover, I'm sure that's how it would feel like. (Can one even get a hangover from coffee?! Damn lightweight!) Anyway, Zairel pulled an all-nighter with Caroline and me. (Maybe I should stop calling it an all-nighter, cuz the only person who actually made it til morning was Caroline. Props to Caroline, who is currently knocked out on the couch.) Anyway, back to the point... I finally finished my application. Don't exactly know what to expect, so looks like I'm just gonna have to wait til Monday to find out.
In the midst of all my battles and sleepless nights, I managed to have two big revelations...
Revelation 1
Being here at Cal, I don't question anybody's intelligence. I'm sure everybody has some sort of extraordinary quality to have made it here. The thought of this kinda scares me. I don't exactly know where I stand in relation to everybody else. Not that I need to compare myself to justify the work that I do, but I would like to know how I match up to other people. In high school, it was small enough so that you knew exactly where you stood. (And if you didn't, you'd know when they ranked you by those darn GPAs!) You knew exactly who was more capable than you and who your biggest competitors were. All in good friendly competition, of course... like the gamers, who were always up for a good challenge. But now here at Cal, you REALLY just don't know. I've done quite a bit in terms of campus politics. But I'm sure there are thousands of people who have done 10 times more than I could ever do. It's true about what they say, "The sky's the limit." I'm sure I pass by the most amazing people everyday while walking down Sproul, but I could never really know unless I sat down with someone and really got to know that person. Kinda puts everything into perspective and keeps you humble and grounded, because there's always someone better than you.
Revelation 2
Riding the bus everyday, I meet some really interesting people. Today, I think I may have met the most deformed person I've ever seen in my life. Still feeling sleepy when I boarded the 51, I plopped myself down towards the front of the bus. By the time I finally decided to look to my left and right, I realized that I had sat right next to a person that was clearly deformed due to some sort of accident. At first, I couldn't even make out if the person was a male or female and I was actually kinda scared. She (her name is Debbie, as I later found out) had only one eye. Her right eye was closed up with loose skin that seemed to have healed incorrectly. Her face was scarred and very rough. But she had a good heart. She made me feel very welcomed just sitting next to her. She struck up a conversation with me and asked me if I was a Cal student and how I liked school. I couldn't exactly bring myself to ask about what had happened to her. But I'm almost positive that she wasn't always like that. I'm sure at some point in her life, she was very beautiful. But at the same time, it makes me so thankful of the face my parents gave me. I may not be drop-dead gorgeous, but I'm happy with the way I am. I've got two eyes, two ears, a nose (even if it is crooked) and a mouth. What more could I ask for? I've got no horrible, life-threatening disease... so life is good. I couldn't ask for anything more. Thanks Debbie.
This week has been incredibly long... productive, but long. It started with all my Pac 10/UC Presidents' Conference packets. Then yesterday was my Rhetoric 20 midterm. It was so horrible that I wanted to cry midway into the test. (I actually started crying before I even saw the test. But that's a different story. IT WAS GABBY'S FAULT! She started talking about smurfs again and I choked on my own saliva, couldn't breath and started tearing like crazy. Thanks a lot, Gabs!) Anyway, so we were *supposed* to get our reading notes back for the midterm. Okay, granted I only did two weeks' worth, but why did hot GSI man have to lose MY notes?! I felt so frazzled about the lack of notes that I think I was stunned for the first half of the test. Then when I finally regained consciousness, I was stunned again by the difficulty of the test! *sigh* I think I may have to seriously rethink my decision about majoring in Rhetoric.
Anyway, Battle #3 was my CITC application that was due today. I didn't get a chance to start it until around 8:30 last night. Caroline said she needed to pull an all-nighter and wanted coffee, so I figured, "Heck, why not pull an all-nighter with her?" SUCH A HORRIBLE MISTAKE! My body CANNOT do all-nighters anymore. High school, it was no bigger, I was pulling all-nighters all the time. But no more... I only did one all last year and so I guess my body isn't used to it anymore. Or maybe my body just can't deal with coffee. All I had was a cafe mocha... nothing major, not like it was a quad espresso or anything. Around 4:30am, my body started acting up and I ached all over. My stomach hurt, my head hurt... everything hurt! That was when I said, "No more, I'm going to bed!" I couldn't exactly function this morning until around 11am. Even then, I still woke up with his horrible, pounding headache. If I ever get a hangover, I'm sure that's how it would feel like. (Can one even get a hangover from coffee?! Damn lightweight!) Anyway, Zairel pulled an all-nighter with Caroline and me. (Maybe I should stop calling it an all-nighter, cuz the only person who actually made it til morning was Caroline. Props to Caroline, who is currently knocked out on the couch.) Anyway, back to the point... I finally finished my application. Don't exactly know what to expect, so looks like I'm just gonna have to wait til Monday to find out.
In the midst of all my battles and sleepless nights, I managed to have two big revelations...
Revelation 1
Being here at Cal, I don't question anybody's intelligence. I'm sure everybody has some sort of extraordinary quality to have made it here. The thought of this kinda scares me. I don't exactly know where I stand in relation to everybody else. Not that I need to compare myself to justify the work that I do, but I would like to know how I match up to other people. In high school, it was small enough so that you knew exactly where you stood. (And if you didn't, you'd know when they ranked you by those darn GPAs!) You knew exactly who was more capable than you and who your biggest competitors were. All in good friendly competition, of course... like the gamers, who were always up for a good challenge. But now here at Cal, you REALLY just don't know. I've done quite a bit in terms of campus politics. But I'm sure there are thousands of people who have done 10 times more than I could ever do. It's true about what they say, "The sky's the limit." I'm sure I pass by the most amazing people everyday while walking down Sproul, but I could never really know unless I sat down with someone and really got to know that person. Kinda puts everything into perspective and keeps you humble and grounded, because there's always someone better than you.
Revelation 2
Riding the bus everyday, I meet some really interesting people. Today, I think I may have met the most deformed person I've ever seen in my life. Still feeling sleepy when I boarded the 51, I plopped myself down towards the front of the bus. By the time I finally decided to look to my left and right, I realized that I had sat right next to a person that was clearly deformed due to some sort of accident. At first, I couldn't even make out if the person was a male or female and I was actually kinda scared. She (her name is Debbie, as I later found out) had only one eye. Her right eye was closed up with loose skin that seemed to have healed incorrectly. Her face was scarred and very rough. But she had a good heart. She made me feel very welcomed just sitting next to her. She struck up a conversation with me and asked me if I was a Cal student and how I liked school. I couldn't exactly bring myself to ask about what had happened to her. But I'm almost positive that she wasn't always like that. I'm sure at some point in her life, she was very beautiful. But at the same time, it makes me so thankful of the face my parents gave me. I may not be drop-dead gorgeous, but I'm happy with the way I am. I've got two eyes, two ears, a nose (even if it is crooked) and a mouth. What more could I ask for? I've got no horrible, life-threatening disease... so life is good. I couldn't ask for anything more. Thanks Debbie.
Tuesday, October 22, 2002
LIFE AS AN ESHLEMAN HOODRAT
I've logged in WAY too many office hours for this week. But... all is well that ends well. My Pac-10/UC Presidents' Conference invitations turned out amazingly! Unfortunately, at the expense of an ill-prepared Jamie for Rhetoric class. (It's no good when you show up with no textbook or paper to take notes on.) However, it was all worth it to see all my packets being sent off at the Post Office today. (Plus, I had the nice company of Jen Chow and the hotties from the Senate.)
PEOPLE CAN BE SO ANNOYING!
... so there I was, feeling all proud of my packets at the Post Office, waiting in line for their ridiculously SLOW service. This chick (clearly on crack or some sort of hallucinogen) flies (literally) into the place along w/ her Friar Tuck boyfriend. Seriously, this dude was dressed in some ghetto-looking black robe that dragged on the floor, creating a sort of train. And he reeked of incense... reminded me of Ms. Banda, except worse. Anyway, there I was, sitting on the bench, and druggie chick decides to plop herself next to me. I figure, "No biggie, it's Berkeley, I've seen stranger." BUT, I have never heard anything more annoying! Brother John pulls out this whistle-looking thing with keys on it and plays this same wretched tune... over and over and over and over and over and over... again. It wasn't even a nice tune, it was the eeriest thing I've ever heard. I SAT THROUGH 40 MINUTES OF THAT CRAP!!!! I had hoped that they would leave as soon as they were served and leave me in peace. HA! No such luck! Crazy couple *happened* to be the customer right before me. Funny story of how THAT happened... I had walked in, and being the "square" person that I am, thought that I was standing in line. But NO! I was at the end of a MOB! A whole group of people had walked in earlier with the same problem regarding their mailboxes? (I have no idea, don't ask.) Along walks in psycho chick and psycho dude and grabs a number before I could make sense of the maddness. Then psycho dude procedes to point out and count every single person in the Post Office, counting so incredibly slow that I thought I was listening to a kindergartener. No idea what that fool was doing. (This was all before he started to play his damn tune!) Needless to say, that was perhaps the worst 40 minutes I've ever had to sit through. I rewarded myself by window shopping at Ross and Shoe Pavillon. (Didn't buy anything though... darn.)
Enough with irritating songs... and now Caroline is singing, wishing that she could be "Jesse's girl." *shudders*
Raves of the Day:
1) GOOOOOOOD dinner! I think we should cook more often... things come out REALLY good!
2) Amy Grant special on Lifetime... she's my "American Idol."
I've logged in WAY too many office hours for this week. But... all is well that ends well. My Pac-10/UC Presidents' Conference invitations turned out amazingly! Unfortunately, at the expense of an ill-prepared Jamie for Rhetoric class. (It's no good when you show up with no textbook or paper to take notes on.) However, it was all worth it to see all my packets being sent off at the Post Office today. (Plus, I had the nice company of Jen Chow and the hotties from the Senate.)
PEOPLE CAN BE SO ANNOYING!
... so there I was, feeling all proud of my packets at the Post Office, waiting in line for their ridiculously SLOW service. This chick (clearly on crack or some sort of hallucinogen) flies (literally) into the place along w/ her Friar Tuck boyfriend. Seriously, this dude was dressed in some ghetto-looking black robe that dragged on the floor, creating a sort of train. And he reeked of incense... reminded me of Ms. Banda, except worse. Anyway, there I was, sitting on the bench, and druggie chick decides to plop herself next to me. I figure, "No biggie, it's Berkeley, I've seen stranger." BUT, I have never heard anything more annoying! Brother John pulls out this whistle-looking thing with keys on it and plays this same wretched tune... over and over and over and over and over and over... again. It wasn't even a nice tune, it was the eeriest thing I've ever heard. I SAT THROUGH 40 MINUTES OF THAT CRAP!!!! I had hoped that they would leave as soon as they were served and leave me in peace. HA! No such luck! Crazy couple *happened* to be the customer right before me. Funny story of how THAT happened... I had walked in, and being the "square" person that I am, thought that I was standing in line. But NO! I was at the end of a MOB! A whole group of people had walked in earlier with the same problem regarding their mailboxes? (I have no idea, don't ask.) Along walks in psycho chick and psycho dude and grabs a number before I could make sense of the maddness. Then psycho dude procedes to point out and count every single person in the Post Office, counting so incredibly slow that I thought I was listening to a kindergartener. No idea what that fool was doing. (This was all before he started to play his damn tune!) Needless to say, that was perhaps the worst 40 minutes I've ever had to sit through. I rewarded myself by window shopping at Ross and Shoe Pavillon. (Didn't buy anything though... darn.)
Enough with irritating songs... and now Caroline is singing, wishing that she could be "Jesse's girl." *shudders*
Raves of the Day:
1) GOOOOOOOD dinner! I think we should cook more often... things come out REALLY good!
2) Amy Grant special on Lifetime... she's my "American Idol."
Monday, October 21, 2002
BEING NUMBER 1
Coming from a family with 3 children, it's very easy to be overlooked. Speaking for myself, I think I've always worked THAT much harder just so that I could make my parents proud. I'm sure my siblings would agree. In my parents' eyes, I've always wanted to be "Number 1." Maybe my Chinese roots are showing, but I refused to settle for second best. Being second sucks! That's why Chris Medina ALWAYS told us to give just as much credit to the second place winner as the first place winner. However, for some reason, being the first-born child kind of gave me leverage over my siblings, that no matter what happened, I'd always be number 1.
I think the race of being number 1 has followed me throughout life and I've subconsciously applied the mentality to all that I do, including my interactions with other people. Being number 1 doesn't necessarily mean being the best at everything. Rather, I seek being number 1 in the hearts of the people that I love the most. Just knowing that I'm in someone's thoughts really makes me happy and fulfills me in ways that I cannot even begin to describe. I need to know that I matter in someone's life. Even if we can't tell each other just how much we mean to one another, it's nice knowing that I'm still number 1...
Coming from a family with 3 children, it's very easy to be overlooked. Speaking for myself, I think I've always worked THAT much harder just so that I could make my parents proud. I'm sure my siblings would agree. In my parents' eyes, I've always wanted to be "Number 1." Maybe my Chinese roots are showing, but I refused to settle for second best. Being second sucks! That's why Chris Medina ALWAYS told us to give just as much credit to the second place winner as the first place winner. However, for some reason, being the first-born child kind of gave me leverage over my siblings, that no matter what happened, I'd always be number 1.
I think the race of being number 1 has followed me throughout life and I've subconsciously applied the mentality to all that I do, including my interactions with other people. Being number 1 doesn't necessarily mean being the best at everything. Rather, I seek being number 1 in the hearts of the people that I love the most. Just knowing that I'm in someone's thoughts really makes me happy and fulfills me in ways that I cannot even begin to describe. I need to know that I matter in someone's life. Even if we can't tell each other just how much we mean to one another, it's nice knowing that I'm still number 1...
Sunday, October 20, 2002
WE LIVE LIKE VAMPIRES
...minus the blood-sucking, of course. I seriously feel like we're vampires. Our humble apartment receives little to no sunlight at all! I think of my room as a dark, dank, musty coffin. *shudders* Darn tree that wraps around our apartment... blocks ALL our sunlight. Oh Penthouse, how I wish you were ours.
REASONS WHY LIFE IS GOOD RIGHT NOW:
1) First Lady Sharon Davis! 'Nuff said. She came, we talked, we hugged, she left. (And yes, she's still alive... I have no intention of doing away with her to sleep with her husband!)
2) Banana milkshakes! Yum... potassium overdose, for sure!
3) Bacon-flavored butter! I don't know why NOBODY has invented this yet! It is the BEST thing to put on toast. I feel like a fat chick after I eat, but it tastes soooo GOOD going down!
4) Dried mango slices and Jelly Bellies! (Hmmm... are you noticing a food pattern here?) My mom sure does know what I love to eat. (Ooh, she also bought me my favorite candy in the world! Too bad you can only get them at Chinese supermarkets! Yum... crushed walnuts and date!)
5) Breakfast with the roomies. (Yes, had to be another reason relating to food.) Saturday morning was Gabby's mom's famous 13-egg omelets. (Mine was heuvos rancheros-style. It's WAY too hard to flip 13 eggs at once... okay so, mine wasn't exactly 13... 3 eggs are just as hard to flip!) This morning was waffles and bacon fat on toast. Good stuff!
6) Hooray for wall space! My room finally feels like my room. I finally figured out how to put pictures up on my side of the wall so I don't get too homesick for my family and friends. I have to kinda scrunch up the curtains so that they don't hang too much over the windowsill... it's a pain, but at least my pictures are finally up.
7) My cutie-patootie of a brother isn't so little anymore. He looks so grown up. I can't wait to go back down south to watch him play basketball.
8) Kris(ten) and I have a "date" at Norms in November. Can't wait to see her (and the gay waiters at Norms)!
...minus the blood-sucking, of course. I seriously feel like we're vampires. Our humble apartment receives little to no sunlight at all! I think of my room as a dark, dank, musty coffin. *shudders* Darn tree that wraps around our apartment... blocks ALL our sunlight. Oh Penthouse, how I wish you were ours.
REASONS WHY LIFE IS GOOD RIGHT NOW:
1) First Lady Sharon Davis! 'Nuff said. She came, we talked, we hugged, she left. (And yes, she's still alive... I have no intention of doing away with her to sleep with her husband!)
2) Banana milkshakes! Yum... potassium overdose, for sure!
3) Bacon-flavored butter! I don't know why NOBODY has invented this yet! It is the BEST thing to put on toast. I feel like a fat chick after I eat, but it tastes soooo GOOD going down!
4) Dried mango slices and Jelly Bellies! (Hmmm... are you noticing a food pattern here?) My mom sure does know what I love to eat. (Ooh, she also bought me my favorite candy in the world! Too bad you can only get them at Chinese supermarkets! Yum... crushed walnuts and date!)
5) Breakfast with the roomies. (Yes, had to be another reason relating to food.) Saturday morning was Gabby's mom's famous 13-egg omelets. (Mine was heuvos rancheros-style. It's WAY too hard to flip 13 eggs at once... okay so, mine wasn't exactly 13... 3 eggs are just as hard to flip!) This morning was waffles and bacon fat on toast. Good stuff!
6) Hooray for wall space! My room finally feels like my room. I finally figured out how to put pictures up on my side of the wall so I don't get too homesick for my family and friends. I have to kinda scrunch up the curtains so that they don't hang too much over the windowsill... it's a pain, but at least my pictures are finally up.
7) My cutie-patootie of a brother isn't so little anymore. He looks so grown up. I can't wait to go back down south to watch him play basketball.
8) Kris(ten) and I have a "date" at Norms in November. Can't wait to see her (and the gay waiters at Norms)!
Thursday, October 17, 2002
"RETURN TO POOH CORNER"
Just because Kenny Loggins and Amy Grant happen to sing this song together is NOT the reason why I LOVE it so much. Listening to the lyrics always makes me reminiscent of the simpler days of my youth. Children seem to have a way of emitting a sort of blind innocence; innocence that I seem to have forgotten along the way. My life has become so hectic and stressful that I don't have time to appreciate the simple things in life. And yes, I know that you make time for the things that you care the most about, so maybe my priorities lie in the wrong place. Why must I feel that it is such a task to call Terri and ask her how she did on her PSATs? Why must I "pencil in" free time with people that I love? Have I strayed that far from Christopher Robin and the Woods? Instead of being happy with what I have, I end up coming home each day tired and irritable. For what? Granted, stress is inevitable, and to a certain degree, stress can be good. But why do I do the things I do when I apparently don't even have time for the things that DO mean a lot to me? It's not that I rank other things above what I love. It's cuz there are just things that need more immediate attention than others, and that sometimes means putting the things I care about second on my list of things to do. But mentally, my family and friends ALWAYS comes first, even if that's not always the way it seems.
Unforunately, I seem to have lost touch with many of my friends from high school. People that I used to talk to every night have slowly slipped away from me, almost to a point where I don't even TRULY KNOW them anymore. Not a day goes by that I don't stop and wonder what Kenny's up to. Our paths in life somehow hit a fork in the road, and he chose left and I went right. Over the years, I've found myself hitting many forks with other people. I understand that our paths are bound to diverge, but does that also mean that we stop talking to each other? Will our paths ever cross again? I think it's time to rekindle old friendships and hopefully "return to Pooh Corner by one." There's more to life than just meeting deadlines...
Just because Kenny Loggins and Amy Grant happen to sing this song together is NOT the reason why I LOVE it so much. Listening to the lyrics always makes me reminiscent of the simpler days of my youth. Children seem to have a way of emitting a sort of blind innocence; innocence that I seem to have forgotten along the way. My life has become so hectic and stressful that I don't have time to appreciate the simple things in life. And yes, I know that you make time for the things that you care the most about, so maybe my priorities lie in the wrong place. Why must I feel that it is such a task to call Terri and ask her how she did on her PSATs? Why must I "pencil in" free time with people that I love? Have I strayed that far from Christopher Robin and the Woods? Instead of being happy with what I have, I end up coming home each day tired and irritable. For what? Granted, stress is inevitable, and to a certain degree, stress can be good. But why do I do the things I do when I apparently don't even have time for the things that DO mean a lot to me? It's not that I rank other things above what I love. It's cuz there are just things that need more immediate attention than others, and that sometimes means putting the things I care about second on my list of things to do. But mentally, my family and friends ALWAYS comes first, even if that's not always the way it seems.
Unforunately, I seem to have lost touch with many of my friends from high school. People that I used to talk to every night have slowly slipped away from me, almost to a point where I don't even TRULY KNOW them anymore. Not a day goes by that I don't stop and wonder what Kenny's up to. Our paths in life somehow hit a fork in the road, and he chose left and I went right. Over the years, I've found myself hitting many forks with other people. I understand that our paths are bound to diverge, but does that also mean that we stop talking to each other? Will our paths ever cross again? I think it's time to rekindle old friendships and hopefully "return to Pooh Corner by one." There's more to life than just meeting deadlines...
Monday, October 14, 2002
MANIC MONDAY
UPS sucks! Is there no delivery service that is reliable and on-time?! I think I'm gonna be an avid Fed-Ex customer from now on. I don't understand why it's so hard for the delivery man to understand that you need to LIFT UP on the latch, NOT down! I've called Customer Service 7 times already, and counting... all I want is my care package from my parents. Is that so much to ask?! If the delivery attempt fails again tomorrow, I gotta go down to the UPS center to pick it up. I don't have time for that!!!! With my luck, they'll probably end up returning the package back to my parents. But I want it! I need the package more!!!! Sheesh... and the day gets worse...
They found out that we have illegal cable hooked up and so AT&T has taken it away. No more TV... no more NBC either! Ironically, we still get BET. Go figure...
UPS sucks! Is there no delivery service that is reliable and on-time?! I think I'm gonna be an avid Fed-Ex customer from now on. I don't understand why it's so hard for the delivery man to understand that you need to LIFT UP on the latch, NOT down! I've called Customer Service 7 times already, and counting... all I want is my care package from my parents. Is that so much to ask?! If the delivery attempt fails again tomorrow, I gotta go down to the UPS center to pick it up. I don't have time for that!!!! With my luck, they'll probably end up returning the package back to my parents. But I want it! I need the package more!!!! Sheesh... and the day gets worse...
They found out that we have illegal cable hooked up and so AT&T has taken it away. No more TV... no more NBC either! Ironically, we still get BET. Go figure...
Sunday, October 13, 2002
GOOD FOOD!
Okay, so sue me... my 10 minute food run turned into an HOUR and 10 minute break. Can I help it? The ladies and I were out and about and Jupiter just sounded so good and Gabs didn't want to do her paper... so Jupiter it was. I felt like we were straight from an episode of Sex and the City. (Darn phone call! Totally ruined the mood!!!!) Definitely a VERY good way to end a terrific weekend!
... scratch that! Just received horrible news! My dreamy *perfect* guy (basketball coach/firefighter man) is reportedly engaged!!!! Darn the woman that snatched him. She's one lucky lady. *sigh*
I must go attend to my sorrows over a Stawberry Daiquri... virgin.
Okay, so sue me... my 10 minute food run turned into an HOUR and 10 minute break. Can I help it? The ladies and I were out and about and Jupiter just sounded so good and Gabs didn't want to do her paper... so Jupiter it was. I felt like we were straight from an episode of Sex and the City. (Darn phone call! Totally ruined the mood!!!!) Definitely a VERY good way to end a terrific weekend!
... scratch that! Just received horrible news! My dreamy *perfect* guy (basketball coach/firefighter man) is reportedly engaged!!!! Darn the woman that snatched him. She's one lucky lady. *sigh*
I must go attend to my sorrows over a Stawberry Daiquri... virgin.
Saturday, October 12, 2002
FRIDAY NIGHT SALVAGED
Poor Caroline and me turned out to be not so sad and pathetic anymore last night. Feeling quite bored, we finally decided to get off our butts and walk around Shattuck around 10:30pm. Barely turning the corner on Haste, the melodic tune of Mortal Kombat was heard ringing from my purse. It was Brett, calling to save the day (night). He rolled up in his Acura and we picked him up at the corner. After wandering around aimlessly down the street, we picked up another stray... my roomie, Zairel! Our happy foursome strolled over to Jupiter, only to be rejected at the door. Boo... it's no fun being under 21! We finally went to go eat at the Thai place near our apt. Brett was intrigued by Thai iced tea. (Dear, you gotta stir it!)
Meanwhile, couple blocks down the street, Ben and Jerry were busy partying at Gaia. We kindly refused and continued our "partying" at the Thai restaurant, followed by a 2nd viewing of "Silence of the Lambs." All in all, a rather fun night despite the slow start.
...AND THE FUN CONTINUES...
Yay for Hotel Haste! We have another visitor: Tom, straight from UC Davis. LOL... we took him shopping at Ross! (Yup, we sure do know how to treat our guests.) We also managed to catch the last show of Theater Rice. Good show, but where the heck was David Ross?! *sigh* We also saw "Red Dragon" tonight. Whoo... what an AWESOME movie! Thanks to Paul and Tom for enduring my gasps of fright.
Poor Caroline and me turned out to be not so sad and pathetic anymore last night. Feeling quite bored, we finally decided to get off our butts and walk around Shattuck around 10:30pm. Barely turning the corner on Haste, the melodic tune of Mortal Kombat was heard ringing from my purse. It was Brett, calling to save the day (night). He rolled up in his Acura and we picked him up at the corner. After wandering around aimlessly down the street, we picked up another stray... my roomie, Zairel! Our happy foursome strolled over to Jupiter, only to be rejected at the door. Boo... it's no fun being under 21! We finally went to go eat at the Thai place near our apt. Brett was intrigued by Thai iced tea. (Dear, you gotta stir it!)
Meanwhile, couple blocks down the street, Ben and Jerry were busy partying at Gaia. We kindly refused and continued our "partying" at the Thai restaurant, followed by a 2nd viewing of "Silence of the Lambs." All in all, a rather fun night despite the slow start.
...AND THE FUN CONTINUES...
Yay for Hotel Haste! We have another visitor: Tom, straight from UC Davis. LOL... we took him shopping at Ross! (Yup, we sure do know how to treat our guests.) We also managed to catch the last show of Theater Rice. Good show, but where the heck was David Ross?! *sigh* We also saw "Red Dragon" tonight. Whoo... what an AWESOME movie! Thanks to Paul and Tom for enduring my gasps of fright.
Friday, October 11, 2002
OLD MAID
Friday night... and not a thing to do. Why am I sitting bored in the apartment?! What a sad, pathetic life I lead. While most people my age are out having fun, I'm stuck at home... doing OP work, no less!!!!!! Is this what my life has become? Have I been diminished to nothing more than an old hag?
Friday night... and not a thing to do. Why am I sitting bored in the apartment?! What a sad, pathetic life I lead. While most people my age are out having fun, I'm stuck at home... doing OP work, no less!!!!!! Is this what my life has become? Have I been diminished to nothing more than an old hag?
Wednesday, October 09, 2002
BATHING IN MY OWN FILTH
... literally! We have this horrible clog in our bathtub and it's causing a leak through the pipes, thus deteriorating the ceiling in the level right underneath ours. Taking a bath today was the worst! Zairel told me about it, but I didn't really believe her until I actually went through it myself. First of all, the longer I took a shower, the dirtier I got. Since the tub is clogged, all the water accumulates and though the upperhalf of my body got cleaner, my lower half waded around in dirt water. Secondly, I kept praying that the floor wouldn't collapse from under me. The last thing I want happening is for the tub to fall through, with me trapped amidst the rumble, naked with a broken leg, or worse yet, a broken neck! Damn "Johnsons"!
MEAN PEOPLE SUCK!
I CANNOT believe how rude some people are! Unless a specimen of the male species shows me otherwise, I am led to believe that chivalry is dead. This poor old man got on the bus today, and I am shocked and appalled to say that NOBODY gave up their seat for that senior citizen!!!! Even pyscho lice-picking monkey couple didn't give up their seats! (For real, this couple was so sick! The guy was picking stuff out of the girl's hair! Said Gabs, "I find nothing endearing about that!") I ended up giving my seat to the man, which was a pretty crappy seat for him to get to, since it was a window seat towards the middle of the bus. But he was so thankful. Meanwhile, I was still pissed at those un-polite people! Three big burly guys watched me give up my seat then watched me stand the whole way to campus without even batting an eyelash!
But sometimes, all it takes is for a simple "Hi!" or a smile to totally change my day. Walking over to Rhetoric 20 was the best. Ran into a bunch of people that I hadn't seen in a really long time. One of my friends just finished taking his LSAT. I pretty much scared Gabs about even the thought of it. Heck, it scares me, too! Pretty soon, I'm gonna be out on my own, trying to make it by myself. *shudders* Anyway... before I go on another tangent, good friends are THE best gift of all.
Big day for OP stuff... I had SUCH a good meeting w/ Roshen today! She's such an interesting person. We exchanged stories over ice cream. Hooray for Ben and Jerry's! I also had a meeting with my Pac 10/UC President's Conference staff over dinner. (Yum, chicken pesto pizza!) They're so sweet... I LOVE the staffers!
Rhetoric 20 was interesting today. Gabs started talking about smurfs (I swear she has an obsession with them) and then commented that Jake looks like a smurf, and that we should name our smurfs Jake... quite random... random all around. Oh yeah... I'm officially declared as a Poli Sci major now! Woohoo!
... literally! We have this horrible clog in our bathtub and it's causing a leak through the pipes, thus deteriorating the ceiling in the level right underneath ours. Taking a bath today was the worst! Zairel told me about it, but I didn't really believe her until I actually went through it myself. First of all, the longer I took a shower, the dirtier I got. Since the tub is clogged, all the water accumulates and though the upperhalf of my body got cleaner, my lower half waded around in dirt water. Secondly, I kept praying that the floor wouldn't collapse from under me. The last thing I want happening is for the tub to fall through, with me trapped amidst the rumble, naked with a broken leg, or worse yet, a broken neck! Damn "Johnsons"!
MEAN PEOPLE SUCK!
I CANNOT believe how rude some people are! Unless a specimen of the male species shows me otherwise, I am led to believe that chivalry is dead. This poor old man got on the bus today, and I am shocked and appalled to say that NOBODY gave up their seat for that senior citizen!!!! Even pyscho lice-picking monkey couple didn't give up their seats! (For real, this couple was so sick! The guy was picking stuff out of the girl's hair! Said Gabs, "I find nothing endearing about that!") I ended up giving my seat to the man, which was a pretty crappy seat for him to get to, since it was a window seat towards the middle of the bus. But he was so thankful. Meanwhile, I was still pissed at those un-polite people! Three big burly guys watched me give up my seat then watched me stand the whole way to campus without even batting an eyelash!
But sometimes, all it takes is for a simple "Hi!" or a smile to totally change my day. Walking over to Rhetoric 20 was the best. Ran into a bunch of people that I hadn't seen in a really long time. One of my friends just finished taking his LSAT. I pretty much scared Gabs about even the thought of it. Heck, it scares me, too! Pretty soon, I'm gonna be out on my own, trying to make it by myself. *shudders* Anyway... before I go on another tangent, good friends are THE best gift of all.
Big day for OP stuff... I had SUCH a good meeting w/ Roshen today! She's such an interesting person. We exchanged stories over ice cream. Hooray for Ben and Jerry's! I also had a meeting with my Pac 10/UC President's Conference staff over dinner. (Yum, chicken pesto pizza!) They're so sweet... I LOVE the staffers!
Rhetoric 20 was interesting today. Gabs started talking about smurfs (I swear she has an obsession with them) and then commented that Jake looks like a smurf, and that we should name our smurfs Jake... quite random... random all around. Oh yeah... I'm officially declared as a Poli Sci major now! Woohoo!
Tuesday, October 08, 2002
I'M GONNA DIE FROM BLOOD LOSS!
These past couple of days, I've had the worst bloody noses in history! I stand over the faucet and my nose feels like Niagara Falls. I think I lost about a quart last night and another pint this afternoon. My doctor told me that I had a crooked nose before. I never used to believe him... but if it wasn't crooked before, it's crooked now! As disgusting as this sounds... you would not believe the amount of tissues I've stuck up my nose these past two days, and the ice that went with it. My nose is all sore now and the tissue lining inside my nose is very sensitive. All this blood loss has made me very weak. I blacked out several times today, mostly from standing up too quickly, but it's surely the first sign.
These past couple of days, I've had the worst bloody noses in history! I stand over the faucet and my nose feels like Niagara Falls. I think I lost about a quart last night and another pint this afternoon. My doctor told me that I had a crooked nose before. I never used to believe him... but if it wasn't crooked before, it's crooked now! As disgusting as this sounds... you would not believe the amount of tissues I've stuck up my nose these past two days, and the ice that went with it. My nose is all sore now and the tissue lining inside my nose is very sensitive. All this blood loss has made me very weak. I blacked out several times today, mostly from standing up too quickly, but it's surely the first sign.
Monday, October 07, 2002
WAIT, WHAT SEASON IS IT AGAIN?
The trippy-est thing happened to me today. I got off the bus today, and felt the heat sorching down my body. But then as I crossed the street, all these orange and yellow leaves started to fall on my head. Is it still summer? Is it autumn yet? I literally went to class in a t-shirt and shorts today. It still felt really hot at 6pm. Actually, it's still hot right now (refer to last blog entry for reasons).
I have a new favorite movie now. Spy Game was totally on my list of favorites because of it's well-thought out plot. The way Robert Redford's character plays everyone in the palm of his hands is so incredible. But today, in Rhetoric 20, we watched Witness for the Prosecution. This movie is so spectacular, it ties with Spy Game on my list. It is truly worth watching! Trust me, it's good! You'll never be able to guess the way it ends... yes, it's THAT good!
The trippy-est thing happened to me today. I got off the bus today, and felt the heat sorching down my body. But then as I crossed the street, all these orange and yellow leaves started to fall on my head. Is it still summer? Is it autumn yet? I literally went to class in a t-shirt and shorts today. It still felt really hot at 6pm. Actually, it's still hot right now (refer to last blog entry for reasons).
I have a new favorite movie now. Spy Game was totally on my list of favorites because of it's well-thought out plot. The way Robert Redford's character plays everyone in the palm of his hands is so incredible. But today, in Rhetoric 20, we watched Witness for the Prosecution. This movie is so spectacular, it ties with Spy Game on my list. It is truly worth watching! Trust me, it's good! You'll never be able to guess the way it ends... yes, it's THAT good!
HOT, SWEATY BODIES!!!
It is soooo hot in our apartment. Two reasons: 1) God says it is 85.5° F 2) the 4 hot girls that live here. Gabs has resorted to wiping her forehead like an old man and Zairel's smurf is glistening from sweat...
And yet another raunchy entry, totally taken out of context. (I should write for the National Enquirer!)
It is soooo hot in our apartment. Two reasons: 1) God says it is 85.5° F 2) the 4 hot girls that live here. Gabs has resorted to wiping her forehead like an old man and Zairel's smurf is glistening from sweat...
And yet another raunchy entry, totally taken out of context. (I should write for the National Enquirer!)
Sunday, October 06, 2002
Saturday, October 05, 2002
CINDERELLA IN RAGS
Last night, I felt like Cinderella at the ball, meeting her Prince Charming for the very first time. There's something magical that happens when the stars come out; something quite fairytale-like. Unfortunately, this Cinderella ALSO didn't get home before the clock struck midnight. Alas, the magic disappears and I am able to see much clearer in daylight. Today, I go back to being "nerdy asshole" (as Ben so eloquently puts it). Who am I kidding? No use in wishing upon someone else's star. There's nothing for my Prince to remember me by. At least Cinderella left behind a glass slipper... I have left behind nothing.
Last night, I felt like Cinderella at the ball, meeting her Prince Charming for the very first time. There's something magical that happens when the stars come out; something quite fairytale-like. Unfortunately, this Cinderella ALSO didn't get home before the clock struck midnight. Alas, the magic disappears and I am able to see much clearer in daylight. Today, I go back to being "nerdy asshole" (as Ben so eloquently puts it). Who am I kidding? No use in wishing upon someone else's star. There's nothing for my Prince to remember me by. At least Cinderella left behind a glass slipper... I have left behind nothing.
Thursday, October 03, 2002
I AM A BORING (FAT) CHICK
... maybe not exactly "FAT" yet, but seriously getting there... All I ever do at the apartment is eat − eat and study (more of the former and less of the latter). Today was quite uneventful, yet I was oddly content with how my day went. Does that mean I like normal? Can "normal" be used interchangeably with "boring"? If this is true, then I am slowly becoming a boring, fat chick. BTW, my GSI *wants* Gabby... (at office hours).
... maybe not exactly "FAT" yet, but seriously getting there... All I ever do at the apartment is eat − eat and study (more of the former and less of the latter). Today was quite uneventful, yet I was oddly content with how my day went. Does that mean I like normal? Can "normal" be used interchangeably with "boring"? If this is true, then I am slowly becoming a boring, fat chick. BTW, my GSI *wants* Gabby... (at office hours).
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